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I get like that sometimes. I have a sort of escapist solution really -- I find a cause to believe in and dedicate myself to it until I feel marginally better or something weird happens. I figure if I'm going to be miserable anyway, I might as well do something that helps other people. Everyone thinks I'm all kind and stuff because I help so many people and work on so many projects, but really, I'm just not mature enough to deal with my own lonliness and early-life crisis(es). Helping other people is like a momentary relief from dealing with stuff. It doesn't really help in the longrun, but it's something to do and beats some of the alternative troubles I could get myself into... I recommend it.
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Though we are not now
That strength that in old days
Moved Earth and Heaven;
That which we are, we are:
One equal temper of heroic hearts
Made weak by time and flesh
But strong in will
To seek, to strive, to find
And not to yield.
-Alfred, Lord Tennyson
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